It seems like a lifetime ago…
I am a newly commissioned military officer at my first duty assignment. The ratio of men to women on military bases and in remote military-dominated towns is terrible for men. The balance of the world seems off kilter. To make matters worse, I am an officer and it is against regulations for us to fraternize with enlisted girls. My “pool” of women is more like a puddle. The rule against fraternization feels like an archaic class system but one that is essential to protect the chain of command, sustain morale, reduce bias and preferential treatment, maintain confidence in leadership, and to ensure the mission isn’t compromised.
The regulations around fraternization are specific when it comes to subordinates but offer a little wiggle room for those not in the same chain of command. Overall though, it is frowned upon and I wanted no part of it. Women are definitely my weakness, but I have been good about keeping myself out of trouble and plan to keep it that way.
It is mid-morning on a Saturday when the doorbell to my off-base townhouse rings. I’m naked as usual. I slip on some shorts and answer the door. Laura, an enlisted girl from my unit, is at the door. She is casually dressed but her outfit is hot. The time she spent on her makeup and eyes was time well spent. It is really a striking moment to see her like this compared to how she looks in uniform with minimal makeup. While Laura is in my unit, she is not in direct chain of command. Still, she is enlisted. She is also a cute 19 year old girl with a tight little body.
Laura explains she is heading out for some shopping and apologizes for waking me up. “I was in the area and thought I’d stop by to say hello.” I had no idea she even knew where I lived. Being a gentleman, I invited her inside.
We sit on opposite ends of the couch and have some small talk. Slowly, she begins to turn up the heat. She compliments me on my body and asks about my love life. It feels really awkward and I can feel the sexual tension rising. She acknowledges it must be hard to be a handsome officer in such a small town. She is coming on really strong and far more aggressive that I’m used to. I’m starting to sweat. My urge to carry her up to my bedroom and pound her pussy is instinctual. I am designed for this. My mind is still in control though and I fight my manly urges.
I deflect her subtle advances and suggest she must have hundreds of guys hitting on her all of them. She says something to the effect that they are immature boys just after one thing. Hmm, let me see. They just want her pussy which bothers her but here she is serving it up to me? Laura works herself to my side of the couch. My heart is racing, and I’m in trouble. The pressure to restrain myself as she becomes more overt is becoming unbearable. She says, “I have fantasized about kissing you a thousand times.” As those words escape her lips, she leans in to kiss me. I stop her.
“I can’t…we can’t do this.” She doesn’t like it my reaction. “Why? Because you are an officer? Because you think you are better than me? You don’t like me or think I’m pretty enough?” Her words sting. Everything she says is the opposite of what I feel. I come from a very modest upbringing and never had anything given to me. I certainly don’t harbor any “better than” or privileged attitude. As for women, I want every woman I touch to feel beautiful and adored. But…I can’t touch her physically or emotionally. Keeping the distance between us isn’t my idea…it is the regulations.
She continues to press. “I don’t work for you and you aren’t my officer in charge. You are a man and I am woman…that is all that is real!” She tries to kiss me again, but I hold her back. Undeterred, Laura is now up on the couch and on her knees pressing her heavenly body against me. It is such a ridiculous scene. A woman is sexually attacking me and I am trying to hold her off.
She finally sits back and pouts. “Fine, you don’t have to kiss me.” There is some awkward silence. “What, would you do if I rubbed your leg?” I didn’t respond. A girl’s sensual, curious touch…it has been too long. The five-knuckle shuffle only goes so far. Even when I switch hands to make it feel like a new woman, it only goes so far. Laura slips her hand on my thigh and massages me as she talks about other stuff. It’s as if she thinks her conversation will cause me to not notice she is touching me. Her hand finds its way under my shorts and is soon touching my bare thigh. My cock is doing its best to rip through my shorts.
I haven’t said yes to anything but I’m not moving her hand away. I just can’t resist anymore. Laura takes care of freeing this tension by opening my pants and my hard cock springs free. Laura grabs my manhood. “Wow, lieutenant…very nice…I knew it would be.” How much can one man take? With my hard cock in hand she leans in again to kiss me. Again, I mount a ridiculous defense. “You can touch me but I’m not going to kiss you.” I say this like I am upholding some military decorum. Meanwhile my cock is standing at attention and presenting a full salute. Ready to serve or be served.
She pouts and asks if kissing is too personal or emotional for me? As my circulation centered elsewhere, my ability to think clearly and resist was fading. I make one last attempt to resist.
“Look, you came to my door wanting something. This is all I can give. You can leave at any time.” She didn’t like my answer, “You don’t have to be an asshole…Sir. You are making me feel like a slut and I’m not! I like you! What’s so wrong about that? This isn’t what I wanted…not like this.” I reiterated, “Like I said…” Laura stands up and seems to have grasped my not-so-subtle clues. Instead of leaving, she begins to take her clothes off.
“I know you’re excited, I felt your cock. You are still hard and you want me, don’t you?” Wow. I can’t believe a woman has basically just walked up to my door and is now stripping for me. As a teenager, I dreamed of moments like this. What would be like to have women practically throwing themselves at me? I wanted to be “that guy”.
After fully undressing, Laura gives me some to time to take in her beautiful form. It is a very bold move. If there was ever any doubt that I wasn’t going to fuck her, it is gone. She walks slowly back to the couch. I anticipate her trying to kiss me again but she doesn’t. Instead, Laura settles in beside me takes my cock in her mouth. Damn, I can’t believe how determined she is.
I have been so passive during this process which is completely uncharacteristic of how I flow in these moments. Now, I’ve surrendered to my primal urges and this wild child of nature before me. I place my hands firmly on her head and begin slowly fucking her mouth as I work more and more of cock into the back of her throat. Sensing that I have joined her in this journey. She slips off the couch and onto her knees.
Laura removes my pants and is soon worshipping my cock like it was the first and last one she will ever have.
There is a difference between a blow job and cock worshipping. I once heard it said that a blow job is something a woman does for a man. Cock worship is something a woman does for herself. Laura seems so happy and content as she savors every bit of my family pride. She inhales my scent while studying, licking, kissing all around my shaft. She moans with sighs of pleasure as she takes me deep inside her lustful mouth. I feed her my balls to make sure they aren’t ignored.
Laura sucks one ball into her lips with a hand wrapped tight around my cock. Her eyes are filled with lust. I don’t know about other men, but I enjoy having my heavy balls savored almost as much as being deep throated. It is a feeling of being completely devoured and I am mesmerized by the moment. Laura then sinks lower and I feel the warm flicking of her tongue on my ass. Daaamn…ohhhh god that feels good! She is too young to be tonguing a man’s ass like this. Still, I grab her head as I spread one cheek and pull her in deeper. Eventually, she is tongue fucking me good! My eyes are rolling and my toes are clinched so tight my feet start cramping! I push her away for a moment.
Laura wants to go to my bedroom but I refuse. “Anything we do, happens here.” With my last remnants of self-preservation still floating through my clouded judgment, I want to be able to say with conviction that I never kissed her and didn’t want her to be able describe my bedroom in case this all goes wrong. Uncharacteristically, I provide her with little foreplay. Instead, I bend her over the couch with her ass and pussy arched high. As she has demonstrated already that she is willing to take what she can get and she is going to get it now.
I grab her hips firmly and, begin coating my shaft with her juices as I slowly open her up, deeper and deeper. After getting balls deep, my tempo starts to rise and soon I am pounding her from behind – deep and hard! I take great pleasure in spanking her ass too and do my best to redden her cheeks while gaping her tight, little pussy. She had been the pursuer, but now I’m in control. I want her to know it and feel it! I grab her head and palm it as I push her into the couch while exploring the depths of her garden. Laura is really getting into it. She mentioned earlier her frustration with “the boys” and based on her orgasmic reactions, she is really enjoying being fucked by a man. This moment is our escape from the world where we connect with our wild nature and are free to just be. This magic moment.
It is odd but in the midst of sexual release, I am feeling a bit outside myself. I am looking in on the moment. Is this what she really wanted? What dreams fill her thoughts? Does this fill a void? How will she remember me…will she even remember me? I think about her future husband and how he will never know she once walked into a man’s house, proceeded to strip, and then fucked him without even kissing that man. He will never how much I enjoyed bending his bride over on the couch, jamming her face into the cushion while plowing her tight, little pussy from behind, and spanking her hot ass.
Thoughts about how naughty Laura is being combined with the tightness of her silky wetness pushes me over the edge. I grab her hips and begin power fucking her! Every ounce of my being and consciousness are centered on the primal space where we connect. We are now both screaming with pleasure as my eruption gathers deep in my balls. I gather myself enough to pull out and jettison multiple heavy ropes of my creamy essence all over her back and sexy ass. I rub my cock through my cum and spread it all over freshly spanked, red ass and over her asshole…marking my spot.
Being a gentleman, I grab a warm cloth to clean her up. Laura wants to stay. “I can go out and get some groceries. We can watch movies and hang out if you want. I’ll fix you dinner and we can do this again…anytime you want. We’ll stay in bed and I’ll take good care of you, I promise.” I do want her to stay but need her to go.
Decisions. It didn’t bother me at all that she had been so aggressive. In fact, I admire her courage and desire. Really, we are kindred spirits. I recognize her on a deeper level and I think she knows this. I would have love for her to stay the day or even longer. I’m certainly not drowning in pussy at this godforsaken base. Our connection is more that just sex. I believe this in my soul. We share an energy or light that draws us to one another. I think she felt it and that is why she came to me. This could be very, very good for both of us. A whole new world for us to explore together.
In my current situation though, she is very dangerous. I can’t jeopardize everything I have worked for and potentially sink my professional life that is only just beginning. Well, I did put it as risk…once. I was weak. I just can’t push my luck. I explain the situation to her gently but don’t close off the future entirely. However, I am careful not leave her with unrealistic expectations either. She is an enlisted girl and I am an officer. Believe me, I don’t like it anymore than she does. As awkward as all of this was, I want her to feel special because, while I am an officer, I am also a gentleman.